Vanya's POV
As I spoke, I stepped into the office.
Theodore was already seated comfortably in his executive chair, looking up at me with a calm inquiry, "Why would you say that?"
On my way here, I had organized my thoughts meticulously.
Jasper, as a businessman of modest scale, could afford to spend millions.
However, it seemed quite odd to spend so much on an unremarkable piece of obsidian.
The only plausible explanation was that Theodore had a need for it.
I spoke confidently, "The obsidian rough I acquired, though seemingly ordinary, is blessed by the Moon Goddess. To humans, it's no different from any other obsidian, but for werewolves, it holds significant power. I suspect you plan to become an Alpha and intend to use this obsidian to strengthen your pack. Am I right?"
Theodor
